Thursday, March 17, 2016

Black Dawn by Rose Wulf

Hello
and thank you for having me today!

I’m
super excited to tell you about my newest release, Black Dawn (Dark Light 1)! As the start of a new paranormal romance
series starring angels, demons, and a few things in between, Black Dawn lays the ground work for the
Dark Light world. I’m thrilled to be bringing this series to you and am
absolutely sure that the gamut of sexy, bad-ass, Alpha heroes and their capable
heroines will keep you begging for more! But I don’t want to get too ahead of
myself, so here’s a little about Black
Dawn:

Blurb:

Demons
are real, and they walk among us.

Isolde
Duchane grew up with a demon for a bodyguard. But as she’s matured, so have her
preferences. And she’s got a thing for tall, strong, dark, and powerful demonic
men. Really just one very specific demonic man. It’s too bad his life is bound
to hers, putting her in a terribly awkward spot since what she wants is
something more than a bodyguard.

Darr
was summoned to protect Izzy when she was young. And he played the part to keep
his own personal demons off his back. But things are starting to get out of
hand, and not just because of his powerful attraction to the woman she’s
become. The demon he’s been hiding from may have found him, and if he has… he may
never get to tell Izzy the truth.

Excerpt:

“But how
do you know he isn’t interested?” Letty pushed.

“Couldn’t
your father release him from the bond?” Britt asked.

Izzy
smiled a bit and shook her head. “Why would he be? I’m the face of his
servitude, essentially. I’m amazed he doesn’t hate me—or he hides it insanely
well. And no, a Life Bond is a permanent thing. Breakable only by someone’s
death.”

“Like
yours?”

All
three jumped at the unfamiliar male voice coming from the back of the cabin. A
male figure stepped into the yellow globe light, the sneer on his lips assuring
Izzy he wasn’t there to make friends.

“How did
you get in here?” Britt demanded, pushing to her feet.

“Britt,”
Izzy called as she and Letty stood as well. Clearly Britt wasn’t attuned to
identifying demons like Izzy was.

“The
usual way,” the demon returned. He switched his sneering gaze to Izzy and
added, “I don’t suppose you’re interested in releasing Darr from the ties that
bind?”

Izzy
swallowed. “If you kill me he’ll die, too.”

“Supposedly.”
The demon rushed her without warning, knocking her off her feet and sending her
friends diving out of the way.

Izzy
crashed over the futon and into a wall, her body aching from the impact. And
he’d only hit her with his hand. If
he summoned a dark energy wave for her she’d be a goner.

“Darr.”

Sometime
in the first couple of years, Darr had taught her a short, wordless spell she
could use to call for him when he wasn’t already beside her. He said it sent a
jolt through him, alerting his senses to her situation and pulling him to her
practically without his consent. She hated using it, but she couldn’t let this
demon kill her. And he’d surely go for her friends next if he succeeded in
killing her. She couldn’t let that happen, either.

“Get
up,” the demon commanded. An invisible hand wrapped around her throat and
hauled her mercilessly off the floor. She could barely dig her bare toes into
the wood floor. The demon smirked and cocked his head. “Little Izzy Duchane,”
he taunted, rolling his extended wrist slightly. The force holding her throat
rolled to match, straining the side of her neck. “Goodby—”

A strong
arm locked around the demon’s own throat and threw him bodily backward. The
demon rolled several times before his spine met with a wrought iron bedpost.

Darr
stalked up to him, his shoulders visibly tight beneath his shirt, fists
clenched at his sides. “You dare,” he
growled, his deep voice full of venom and promises of pain.

“W-wait!”
the demon begged, pushing to his knees and struggling to stand.

Darr
yanked him to his feet and locked a hand around his neck. Izzy couldn’t hear
what he said next, but she didn’t need to. A cold chill swept through the room,
the overhead lights flickered, and the demon let out a gurgled scream Izzy
could barely hear. Darr released the corpse a moment before it was consumed in
black hellfire.

The
chill faded. The lighting stabilized.

Izzy
pushed herself to her knees, realizing her ankle had twisted when her
attacker’s concentration had snapped and she’d fallen. But that was the least
of her pains. She’d crashed into a metal bar and tumbled into a solid wooden
wall, cracking her head and at least one of her shoulders. He made it…

“Izzy,”
Darr called gently, dropping to a knee in front of her as his hands landed on
her shoulders. His touch was feather light as he discerned her injuries. “I’m
sorry.”

The
guilt that choked his voice squeezed her heart.

“I’m
okay,” she insisted. “Just some new bruises. No bikini for me tomorrow.”

Darr
frowned deeply. He clearly wasn’t appreciative of her attempted humor. “I’m
going to pick you up,” he warned. A heartbeat after she nodded her
understanding, he’d swept her into his arms. The movement sent some new jolts
of pain through her, but being settled and cradled against his strong, broad
chest countered that pain with encompassing warmth.

Rose Wulf is a giant romance fangirl.
Hot, protective, sometimes even downright barbaric heroes and spitfire heroines
are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as long as she can remember, and
over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The bonds between characters have
always captivated her, and as an author those are Rose’s favorite things to
play with – not always to the relief of her fictional babies!

Behind the scenes Rose is a quiet
personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her four year-old
German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun game of Cards
Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes everything is better
with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching for her hero (and
hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to cook!).